Arsons by Ida's Rope

A sneak peak from the new album..."Formative Years"...live!
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ARSONS

Down a rubble road; just a block from home
Where the roof was thatched
With abandonment

Stacks of magazines;
Compost of the past
We once held a flame;
We once held a spark

Time was of the essence
Sheltered from the wind
Delegated sentinels
Camouflaged our sin

Light upon your face
Dark upon my grin
We procured this fire
And we claimed it our own win.

One little match
In this damp
Made me grow

Everyone knows
You play with fire; you get burnt

It's always ill fated!
Dangerous trappings!
But in this flame comes a moment illuminated

All at once our dreams;
Became recognized
With a paper trail
Smokin' in the night

If the knowledge gained
Was erroneous
We still had our fun
And a memory

No matter the gain
Anonymity or fame
Felicity or pain
We still had our gain

One little match
In this damp
Made me grow

Everyone knows
You play with fire; you get burnt

It's always ill fated!
Dangerous trappings!
But in this flame comes a moment illuminated

Everytime I light a match, I hold it much too long and it burns me.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Ida's Rope
• new album
• Michigan
• acoustic
• indie
• folk
• girl guitarist original